It is one line. A few words cast upon a sea of words. One line that sums up all that this day is about and what it represents. One line upon which every human hope finds its fulfillment. One line in which we place our trust. One line that every man, woman, and child turns to when the losses of this life are more than they can bear. One line when the woman stands sobbing quietly beside the hospital bed of the man she has loved for more than sixty years. One line when the child, her face twisted in grief, stands at the graveside of her father killed in Iraq. One line as the mother listens to the whimpering of her hungry babies, bellies empty, with no home to go to, and no hope left. One line when the cell door has been slammed shut, the isolation begins, and the darkness descends. One line w…